When the weak wears into a stallion male pig

God failed as he wished, he was not able to return to the Temple of Weakness, and he could not even be in a coma for a longer period of time. There were sharp or coquettish or worried or painful voices in his ears: "Master!" "Master Drizzt!" "Please wake up, Master Drizzt!"

Spit him to death, is this a human name?This name is so... so good, he also wants to spit to death the original owner of this body.If he didn't die, he wouldn't have to wear such a rough and powerful body.

He closed his eyes, resisting the irritability caused by the sounds of warblers and swallows in his ears, desperately refusing to wake up, only hoping that he could put it back on again after lying down for a while.But at this moment, a male voice so familiar that it made his heart tense rang out: "Get out, don't surround my son anymore! Doctor Andrew, what's wrong with Drizzt?"

The ear was finally quiet, and only the voice of a weak old man remained: "Master Drizzt is fine, maybe he just got up too violently, and he fainted due to insufficient blood supply to the head, as long as he rests for a few more days, he will be fine .I have prepared the potion, and when the young master wakes up, just give him a drink."

Baron Huberley sneered coldly: "So, I thought he also had the feeling of shame, and would faint because of losing to a commoner. Hmph, I hope he can grow up after this lesson. , If I still know how to hang out with maids like before, I will pretend that I never gave birth to this son. Anyway, he is such a waste, it is impossible for him to inherit the Huberley family!"

After the baron left, Shangguan Qingrong endured the double torment both physically and mentally and opened his eyes. The doctor brought him a cup of black medicinal soup, but he silently turned his head and refused, telling the doctor to go out first. On the top of the gorgeous bed, thinking hard about how to seek death.

Since then, he has been lying on his own bed every day, unable to take any medicine or food, only hoping to starve himself to death early.His father, Baron Huberley, also came to scold him a few times, and beat him with canes and sticks himself, but Shangguan Qingrong was determined to die, and in addition, he had suffered countless tortures in the bed in his previous life, so he didn't take him seriously. Taking this little injury into consideration, he managed to survive and was still waiting to die on the bed.

The custom of this world is not to commit suicide. Baron Huberley finally decided to give up after he was repeatedly force-fed and failed, which caused him to get pneumonia and high fever. Son, shut him up in the country farm, only relying on the breath in his chest to survive.

A month later, Shangguan Qingrong was still alive.

Even he himself was surprised. Although bleeding and high fever were common in the past, there was always a genius doctor or imperial doctor waiting by his side, who gave him acupuncture and boiled medicine at any time, and saved him from life and death time and time again.But in this world, he hasn't even taken medicine once; he has hardly used water; now he has tuberculosis and coughs every day, how is it that he is not only alive, but also feels undiminished in energy?

Could it be that this is the special function of time travel?But first of all, he has to be regarded as a shou!He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with a handkerchief in pain, got off the bed, opened the window to the maximum, and sat by the window with only a thin shirt on to enjoy the wind, hoping that the illness would be more serious.A wave of irritability hit his chest, and he wanted to cough again.

The hateful thing is that even this cough is not as weak as in the previous life, and it is even more pitiful when you cover your mouth and cough lightly, but it will make a low and ugly sound like a wild dog growling.Every time he coughed, he felt that life would be worse than death, and he could only feel a little comfort when he saw the little vermilion dripping from his handkerchief—at least the blood he spit out was still somewhat aesthetic.

After removing the handkerchief, Shangguan Qingrong inadvertently saw the hand that made him heartbroken.Compared to the last time he saw that hand, it turned out to be much fairer, and even the arm seemed to be much thinner, and the color was not so dark.Could it be that this body was supposed to be the same as his previous life, a weak body, but before he wore it, because his father forced him to practice martial arts, he had a stocky and strong appearance?

Seeing a glimmer of light, Shangguan Qingrong finally had the motivation to live.Since he can become thinner and whiter, will he have a chance to become a weakling again in the future?The foundation of this body is here, and he no longer dares to hope to return to his previous appearance, but to be a good weakling, one doesn't have to have an alluring appearance.

He already has the attitude and temperament that a perfect weak subject should have, and he is proficient in all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. As long as his body returns to the slender and tender body that a weak subject should have, he still has the hope of becoming a good weak subject!

Shangguan Qingrong, don't give up, the future is waiting for you!

He called Aunt Mary, the hostess of the farm, and asked her to cook him something to eat.Aunt Mary said happily: "Master Drizzt, you finally have the appetite to eat, that's great! What do you want to eat? Stewed meat, roasted meat or fried meat? I'll make it for you right away!"

As a weak subject, Shangguan Qingrong seldom eats meat, he replied weakly: "I don't want to eat meat, just porridge is fine."

Although Aunt Mary said a few words that eating porridge is not enough, that he is the young master of Huberley's family, he should not eat such shabby food, but at Shangguan Qingrong's insistence, she cooked porridge for him up.

Soon, a shallow plate of hot white porridge exuding a sweet smell appeared on his table. Shangguan Qingrong's body was not the weak body of his previous life. He was hungry a few days ago and didn't feel it. How about it, now that I smell such a strong fragrance, I can't help but make a rumbling sound in my stomach.

He reservedly took a sip from the silver spoon, the smell of frankincense made him narrow his eyes slightly, and let out a sigh of satisfaction.Aunt Mary looked at him with a smile and told him to eat as much as possible, there was still a lot in the pot.

Shangguan Qingrong didn't care about being polite, he ate the porridge one mouthful after another, keeping his eyes on how much was left on the plate, and when there was almost half of it left, he stopped the spoon, indicating that he couldn't eat anymore.

Aunt Mary kept persuading him to eat more, and the fragrant sweet porridge on the plate and his cramped stomach also used practical actions to lure him to eat more.But in the two lifetimes of Shangguan Qingrong combined, he never ate more than half a bowl of rice, no matter how hungry he was.

Although he no longer has a graceful and charming appearance, he can at least have a reserved and self-restraining demeanor.

He wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, and said to Aunt Mary: "This porridge tastes good, but the stuff inside is a bit rough. Next time, I'll use bird's nest, and I don't need to add milk. It's too hot."

Aunt Mary asked in amazement: "What is bird's nest? What is fire? If you don't like corn porridge, young master, I will make you corn porridge next time. It must be very smooth."

Aunt Mary's question made Shangguan Qingrong realize that the people here did not speak Chinese, but he could understand the meaning and speak it fluently, so he didn't notice the difference.He said the words bird's nest and getting angry just now in Chinese, that is to say, in this world, these two words do not exist.

It turns out that each world is different from each other. After traveling to another world, I am afraid that everything I used to take for granted will no longer exist.But he still asked without giving up: "Do you have a swallow's nest here?"

"Yes! I'll show you!" Aunt Mary finally stopped being confused, she answered energetically, took Shangguan Qingrong outside the house, pointed to a bird's nest made of mud on the eaves and said, "Look, young master, Every spring we have swallows here to build their nests, it was hard for you to see them in the city before, but there are many of them in the countryside.”

What Shangguan Qingrong wanted to see was a bird's nest that could make bird's nest porridge, not a bird's nest made of mud.However, judging from Aunt Mary's reaction, he might say goodbye to bird's nest porridge for the rest of his life.Standing under the eaves, he raised his not-so-slender and fair neck, and hummed in a lonely and sentimental way the Song of Burying Flowers written by Jiang Wanyun, Queen of Qi during the Warring States Period: "In March, the new nest was first built, The swallows are too ruthless. Although the flowers and hair can be pecked next year, no one will go to the Liang empty nest..."

Aunt Mary couldn't understand what he was chanting, but from his half-dead voice, she sensitively sensed that the appearance of the young master's state was precisely because of seeing this swallow's nest.She asked Shangguan Qingrong full of worry: "Master, if you don't like this bird's nest, I will ask the servant to remove it."

Shangguan shook his head lightly and said sadly: "No need, these swallows are just following their nature, so what's wrong with nesting here? Don't let these poor birds lose their homes because of me."

As he said that, he thought of his own sad things again. Tears covered his blue eyes and hung on his long and curly eyelashes, but they did not fall.

After watching for a while, he was finally sad enough, turned around and went back to the house, sitting at the table with the cold wind blowing, resting his palms gracefully, thinking silently.

After a while, a young boy's clear voice suddenly came from outside: "Master Drizzt, can I come in?"